steaming axe wound
gurgling up from the waters of Lethe a vessel so foul with stench of the grave sails are in tatters where storms had their say accursed and bloodied and eager for prey forging onward! random village! rape and plunder! flaxen-haired maidens are ripe for the snatch crackling torches set fire to the thatch victory renders the spoils of the war there is no surrender now back to the shore forging onward! random village! rape and plunder! steaming axe wound!